Inexplicably, after a drink, Qin He became a corrupt partner.

This damn hellish world leaves no room for good people to live.

Is Laifu considered a good person?

As a result, he was kicked out and left alone and helpless.

Do you consider yourself a good person?

What's the result? I'm forced to join in the evil deeds, and my whole life is ruined.

Who do you think you can talk to to reason with this?

What?

Qin He is not a good person?

Hmm...then don't count it, you see, the official is too big, whatever you say will be taken.

It doesn't matter whether the stolen goods are divided into Qinhe's or not. The problem is that if the coal is poured out, there won't be enough fuel.

How can I still get burnt due to stiffness? How can I get rewards?

Buying coal is the way to go, but it's a bit ostentatious. If the cremator buys coal to burn the body himself, it's really eye-catching even if there is some secret to cover it up.

Something that has never happened before.

However, Qinhe is not worried. There is still a way to do it. The boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge, and we will do it when there is no coal.

The wine was drunk from noon to early afternoon, and everyone enjoyed it.

The favorite was the calf, which was vying for food and drink everywhere. It was so strong that it took a lot of effort for a group of cremators to drive it away.

Even if you give it some grass, it won't eat it. It has to eat on the mat and occupy a place.

In the end, Liu Sanjin banged the table and coaxed the calf into pouring seven jars of old yellow rice wine before it subsided, making the old Liang, a good drinker, tremble in distress.

After eating and resting for a few hours, night fell and so did the corpse.

There are quite a few, most of them are homeless beggars who died of cold and starvation, and there are others, such as faceless corpses.

Qin He picked two bodies, cleaned them and gave them to the big tortoise. He burned the three bodies together with Ermahun's body, and then lay down with his legs crossed to wait for the reward.

Ermahun's body was on the verge of being incinerated last night, but today it was completely incinerated in less than half an hour.

Through shadow puppet interpretation, Qin He saw Ermahun's life.

Unlike the nobles who were born in the Anba Valley tribe, Ermahun's background was much humbler.

He was born into a family of eagle slaves and was the son of slaves.

The so-called eagle slaves are actually a small, down-and-out tribe who are extremely skilled in taming eagles. A few generations ago, the tribe failed to win the war and all became slaves.

Of course, there is a difference between this slave and a slave in a cage. You are still living in the same place, and you will continue to do whatever you are supposed to do. But there is one thing. You have to pay as many eagles as you want on a regular basis. If you lose one, you will take a human head.

arrive.

Under heavy pressure, the entire tribe struggled to survive on the edge of food and clothing all year round, and life was very difficult.

Ermahun was born in this poor small tribe.

But Ermahun was talented and eager to learn, and he showed his talent for taming falcons very early on. The tamed eagle was ferocious, ferocious, and humane, and was quite popular among the tribe elders.

Ermahun is still underage, but his status in the clan is already high. He often leads his clan members to hunt and fish, and each time he gets good harvests, and his military abilities have also been initially tempered.

After struggling to survive, Ermahun had more resources to tame eagles. With his keen sense of smell, he noticed the decline of the slave-owning tribe. So he began to save capital, tame more eagles, and looked down on the inferior eagles that were useless.

The offering was made, and the good eagle stayed.

Opportunities always come to those who are prepared. Within a few years, the Dilu tribe became stronger and stronger, and as expected they were on the line with Yingnu's slave-owning tribe.

Ermahun saw that the opportunity for the Eagle Slave tribe to stand up had come, and he immediately led the entire tribe to join the Dilu army, along with dozens of trained falcons that were extremely humane.

Dozens of falcons looked around, injuring and killing the inferior eagles of the slave-owning tribe, and the entire sky became Dilu's world.

General Di Lu was overjoyed and immediately took Erma Qing with him and adopted him as his adopted son.

After the First World War, the slave-owning tribe ceased to exist, and the eagle slave tribe turned over and sang. Not only did they get a larger pasture, but they were also rewarded with a large number of slaves and materials.

After that, Ermahun led some tribesmen to follow the Dilu army to conquer the east and west.

He was born in a humble background and has been tempered. He has a tenacious character and plans everything before taking action. Just like the eagle he has trained, he has sharp eyesight and swoops down as soon as he finds a flaw. He can often achieve success with one blow.

After more than ten years of fighting, he never lost a single battle, made many military exploits, and was continuously promoted from the youngest Niu Luzuo leader, to finally commanding more than 10,000 troops and becoming a dominant force.

Until he was personally named by King Di, who ordered him to go south to replace Anba Valley and serve as an outpost for Dacao Valley.

It should be said that Ermahun is a proud man of heaven, has a good mind, and is good at catching fighter opportunities. There are almost no flaws in his plan to surround and kill Shen Lian. Coupled with the barrier-breaking talisman, he can be said to be invincible. .

However, he encountered what may be the most unreasonable pervert in Eastern Tu's history.

The small Tonggu Village fell like a comet.

As for the right and wrong of Ermahun, I will not mention it.

A general's achievements can make thousands of bones dry up, justice cannot control wealth, kindness cannot control soldiers, throughout the ages, who can tell who is right and who is wrong.

The shadows and lanterns captured the soul, the trial was weighed, and the man in black robe spoke in gold: "The general's victory in hundreds of battles is told, the eagle spreads its wings and the ghosts and spirits are cold. If you ask where the broken halberd sank in the sand, King Di will point his sword to the south."

Reward: Listening Skill.

The art of listening: a small magic from the gods of the abyss. By learning this art, you will be able to listen to the prayers of believers, know the joys and sorrows of all living beings, and know the blessings and misfortunes of the people.

Note: Those who are sincere are spiritual.

Qin He took a look, what a guy.

The reward was too kind to me, and I still couldn’t figure it out during the day.

As soon as I fell asleep, a pillow was brought to me.

Studying decisively, Qin He vaguely felt that he had two more directions of perception.

One is in the direction of Xianyun Temple, and the other is in the north direction of the pier.

However, no one prayed for a long time.

But it’s understandable that someone would go to the temple in the middle of the night if they have nothing to do.

The remaining two corpses continued to be burned, and the fire was blazing, and they were burned after more than an hour.

Each was given a fruit of strength.

Qin He divided the money directly between the big tortoise and the calf.

I had eaten the big tortoise before. Although I was excited, I could still suppress it. The calf's eyes were like lanterns. It jumped and roared with excitement, and almost overturned the crematorium. It was calmed down after being scolded by Qin He for a few words. .

…

For many days after that, the snow became heavier and heavier, and Qin He stayed in the crematorium, drinking wine and eating small dishes every day, and occasionally went out to do some shopping.

Early that morning, Qin He bought meat and vegetables and was preparing to go back to make hot pot.

A group of soldiers and horses came in front, wearing strong swords and bright armor. Immediately there were several white-faced and beardless eunuchs. The group rushed straight into the dock of the Sanjiang Gang, shocking passers-by to avoid them.

"Who are these, Feiyuwei?" The merchants with outsiders looked around curiously.

"This is the imperial guard of the inner court. Didn't you see any eunuchs?" an old gunman from the capital replied.

"Why did the people from the inner court come to the dock?"

"Haven't you heard? Tomorrow, Madam Feng Sheng will leave the palace to go to Guangyuan Temple to pray for Dali. There must be tributes and flowers urgently transported from the south on board. Madam Feng Sheng likes flowers the most."

"It's freezing cold. Are you going to send flowers to the capital?"

"Look at your ignorant appearance. You're a foreigner. Lady Feng Sheng's food and clothing expenses don't matter anywhere in the world, including golden nanmu from Yunnan, lychees from Lingnan, foie gras from Sichuan and Sichuan, vegetable sprouts from Huguang, Qiongzhou

The pearls are transported by special personnel and can travel smoothly all the way north. This is all a small scene."

"This, this, this...haven't officials' salaries been stopped? How can we still do this?"

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful of trouble coming from your mouth."

"..."

The onlookers waited, and after a while, they saw a tightly sealed wooden box being transported from the dock. The wooden box was sealed with an iron sheet, and a small fire was simmering under the iron sheet.

As soon as I came out of the pier, I rode my horse towards the city. I came and went in such a hurry that I was shocked that there was another loud noise at the pier.
Chapter completed!